Direct and aggressive. It's what she expects.

Taking a last whiff of the complex love-bouquet in preparation for the much more blunt aroma you intended to inspire, you mimic the sound of a buzzing phone. The senator spins and stalks towards the bed with a huff, bending down to look under the mattress.

"HELLO MRS. PEREIRA."

She leaps backwards but you're more than ready for her, thick tendrils snagging her legs and catching her arms, hauling her violently struggling form spread eagled across the bed. She gets as far as, "HE-!" before you silence her with a constricting tendril of slime around the throat, turning the scream into a croak, "-lp..."

You hold her in place while keeping your tentacles nearly slack, allowing her several feet of wiggle room, because you enjoy the sight of her writhing. Her struggles slow briefly as the rest of your mass rises into view, towering menacingly above the conservatively dressed MILF.

"IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT YOU HAVE BEEN PLOTTING AGAINST ME."

She glares, red from exertion and the pressure it's placed on her neck, "what evidence do you have?"

You rattle off a dozen suspicious dealings you know she's had in the past week, watching her eyes grow slightly wider until you feel you have adequately fueled her paranoia for a good ten years.

"A HUMAN COURT WOULD FIND YOU GUILTY OF TREASON. YOU WOULD LIKELY GO TO PRISON FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE." You ooze forward, her eyes managing to widen even further, "BUT I AM MERCIFUL. WE DON'T NEED THIS TO BE KNOWN BY YOUR FELLOWS. I DO NEED YOU TO CEASE, HOWEVER, AND I INTEND TO HOLD YOU TO THE AGREEMENT WE ARE ABOUT TO MAKE."

"...agreement?"